St Georges Market
I WAS on American television the other night (story below), and on Radio Ulster the same week, which is remarkable only insofar as I usually break out in an anxiety rash at the very sight of a microphone. I told Jackie Neill, the super-efficient producer of The Saturday Magazine, that I was due to undergo surgery for skin cancer a few hours after making the recording for her programme. She didn't believe me when I confessed it was the prospect of stumbling over my script in the studio that had given me a sleepless night - not the prospect of the surgeon's scalpel. But it was true.